Miraculous Ladybug Akumatization Novels & Stories

Its muscle rippled with an unearthly purple sheen I knew could only come from one source. The Millemaria. Its darkened energy had warped this captive beyond redemption...into nothing but a killing machine. Our battle was upon us - and escape with our lives was no simple feat against this abomination spawned by forbidden magics. The lab's diabolical agenda was deadlier than we ever imagined… Sebastian was fastest to react, meeting the abomination's charge with his own. Their bodies collided with a thunderous crack that shook the forest floor. But the twisted creature recoiled instantly, unaffected. A laugh as cold as death echoed from its lips.

The good feelings cultivated through constant interaction with her junior brother played a role. Lily Moon's will did not resist Sebastian in the slightest, especially with the influence of the 'Enchanting Bugs' inside her. "Young junior brother... you... you're not allowed to look at me..." Fortunately, Lily Moon still retained a bit of rationality, but the tone of this 'warning' carried a teasing undertone. Sebastian smiled bitterly. The 'Enchanting Bugs' is a type of insect that stimulates human desires. If contaminated, one must not use cultivation techniques; otherwise, they will be automatically absorbed.

She transformed into her woman form and grabbed the sack, pulling an echo from within it. She called Azriel. "I hope all is well Ama." Azriel greeted. "Things are going to plan. Looks like Mira was okay, though my presence might have gotten her killed." "Either outcome is fine. So long as it appears Death and Lucifer aren't suspicious of our movements." "I swore on my parents' names. If they suspect anything after that it's just bad luck for us." Amaterasu wasn't particularly interested with Lucifer. Her main target was clearly Death. She knew she couldn't beat him alone, so she enlisted help.

“I won’t shriek in fear, or recoil from the sight of you. I will feed you no longer, Torture God!” “You are wrong,” hissed Salem’s voice. “I will always be able to use your love as a weapon against you. Who shall I hurt next? That friend of yours, Loretta?” “Go ahead. She’s a masochist, so she’ll probably enjoy it. You’ll be wasting your time.” I waited for Salem’s reply, but it did not come. Instead, infected incubi flew towards me. I cut through one, and then another, and another, until the skies were empty. Still, Salem did not reply.

Somehow, I knew who the wolf was. "Ava?" I asked cautiously. The wolf tilted her head and transformed into her human form. "Selene?" she asked breathlessly. Ava reached up and grabbed me at arm's length. "How in the world? I had no idea that you…" "I know. I was pretty shocked myself," I started, but the sound of an ear-splitting battle cry interrupted us. A hunter was charging us with a flail swinging violently around his head. Pure instinct took over my body, but instead of shifting I lifted my hand and magicked him to a complete stop.

"Will you stop calling me Luk? How many times do I have to say it's Lukman?" "Until you get tired of it and come back to me," this last one he speaks very softly, in my ear and again I feel his scent invade me. "How many times do I have to tell you that I won't give up on you? I lift my head a little and manage to look directly into his eyes, the incredible green eyes he has. I almost get caught up again there. "Do you want me to shout here to everyone that you are a Lestari?" I dare to threaten him.

--- The ritual is visceral. The mirror drinks my blood, the water thickening to ink. The Crowshrike's roots surge, but the Weaver guides my hand, carving sigils into the air. Lila screams as the beetles swarm me, devouring flesh, but the pain is distant. The Voidmother's laugh is a dirge. *"You'll die a martyr. How *dull*."* The mirror engulfs the cabin. The Crowshrike's curse, the cult's storm, the moonflowers' roots-all fold into the reflection. Eden's hand grips mine, his scar burning.

The room rustled with bugs as a result. “Hmm,” Meguitte carefully picked her way across the room, avoiding the trap which was as freshly marked as the day Leighton had made it, and selected a jar that already seethed with bug life. She set it near the door and reached out with her power. “Inlerum caprae.” Within moments, the bugs began making trails towards the jar, the flies plunging into the sticky mess, and the insects crawling up the glass. “Nice,” Connery approved from behind the mask. “Can you do anything about the smell?”

We've been through it for all those years until a witch discovered that the only way I would be able to get rid of the curse was when I had fully mated with my Luna and found true love. Fairytale huh? "You know you can't hide it from me, right?" Damien adds, seeing as I wasn't going to respond. I turned away memories of how I had seen fear flash in the eyes of Lyra as she screamed for help. It made my heart wince. "I know you don't trust Lyra, and I don't either, but what she did not do to Veronica would have done it for you, Sage. The fact that she stared behind even after you"

And at their head stood a little girl in a white dress, with blonde hair and eyes that were entirely purple. She smiled sweetly at Siron. “Hello, Guardian. I like your dreams. They are so… colorful.” The little girl waved her hand, and the face of Kit, standing beside Siron, suddenly changed, becoming the handsome face of Morat but with those same purple eyes. "Morat" smiled and spoke with Kit's voice, "See, Siron? I'm back. Just like you wanted, right?" Siron was trapped between illusion and reality, no longer knowing what was true.